Mermaid in a Glass Dome

Her face is fixed
in the agony of capture,
the distress of separation,
of being dragged from her sea
world into this window for watchers.

In her anguish she has shed
the rainbow colours
of once lithe flesh to crusty brown;
it is deflated, drained of the last
life giving ocean droplet;
her tissue wrinkles,
speaks old lady dryness,
a sun scorched hide.

See her torment,
her last moment frozen
for our pleasure?